Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million points of magic

In the live broadcast room, Ai Moye demonstrated how to grind soybeans by stone and make homemade soy milk.

"Stone mills are easy to get. As long as you have friends with earth powers, you can get a beautiful and practical ancient stone mill."

The live broadcast room does not feel simple.

[I am a person with earth powers. The question is, where can I find soybeans? 】

[Why are Huizi’s soybeans so beautiful and the ground soy milk smells very fragrant without even smelling it, but my family bought seeds from the agricultural base and the seeds they grow have no smell at all? 】

[Don’t mention the agricultural base, the plants are natural plants, and their taste is not as good as chemically synthesized beans]

[Hurry up and plant more kinds of soybeans, I will buy your soybeans from now on]

After Ai Moye drank the soy milk, the live broadcast ended, and the next step was to go outside to pick watermelons.

There is enough sunshine in the Gobi Prison. As long as the soil fertility and moisture can keep up, the watermelons will naturally be big and round, and there are no diseases or insect pests.

Carloads of watermelons were packed and shipped away, and Aimoye kept a lot of big ones. Some of them were to entertain the prison guards who had helped make wine before, and some were given as specialties to the people in the imperial capital.

At night, the three of them were busy, even Da Da was dragging the mushrooms over with a basket in her mouth.

"Dinner is just the dishes we usually eat, as well as the fish brought back by Sister Jiya. Dessert is watermelon and fried milk, and we serve it with fragrant sorghum wine during the dinner. How about it?" Ai Moye gave the plan.

Jiya said, "It's great to praise them. Just mix some rice bran and sweet potatoes."

Aimoye said, "It's not like feeding pigs."

Anyway, the prison guards usually take good care of this place and can't burn bridges by crossing the river.

Besides, the sorghum was about to be ripe again, and she was counting on everyone to help make wine.

There was no room to sit in the living room, so Jiya went to the center to borrow tables, chairs and benches and set up a simple dining table on the flat ground.

The dining table is simple, but the meals are sumptuous, including two chickens, braised and stewed in soup, as well as loach, fish, preserved eggs, etc.

The prison guards changed shifts and arrived one after another. They smelled the fragrance before they even got close, and they all swallowed their saliva.

A bottle of wine is placed on each table of Ai Moye. The jar is in the kitchen and there is not enough to pour.

Wait for everyone to sit down and enjoy together.

"This braised loach is so delicious. Every time I see it on the surveillance camera, I can drool all over the center."

"I still think this sweet and sour fish dish is amazing. The fish itself is not delicious, but when it is cooked like this, it is so delicious that it will swallow your tongue."

"No, no, no, try the chicken soup. It's stewed with their own mushrooms. It's delicious."

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Seeing everyone eating happily, Ai Moye also felt very accomplished.

She specially cooked a lot of white rice, and sure enough, the prison guards finished one bowl and then added another, turning into gluttons and eating it non-stop.

Mai Ma also sat at the table eating and drinking. She was underage and couldn't drink, so she drank soy milk freshly ground from moxa leaves, with prepared rose juice added to it, which was no worse than wine.

Perhaps it was because of the hot weather that Aimoye had no appetite, so she ate something and then went back to her room to review her homework.

After a while, Jiya came in with chicken soup and put it on the desk.

"Although this stuff is high in purine, it tastes good and contains the essence of mushrooms. Try it more."

"Thank you, Sister Jiya." Ai Moye bit her pen and said, "I'll have to trouble you to clean up the kitchen later."

"Don't worry, they won't wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. No one can leave." Jiya paused and then said, "You are going to the Imperial Capital tomorrow, right? I plan to harvest the sorghum on Sunday, as before. , make wine directly?”

"Well, there is enough feed for pigs, cattle and sheep. There is no other use for sorghum. It is more cost-effective to make wine." Ai Moye said.

Jiya asked something else. This time Aimoye was going to stay in the imperial capital for a week, so arrangements had to be made in advance.

Colleagues outside were asking Jiya to go out for a drink. Jiya replied and told Ai Moye a few more words before leaving.

Ai Moye continued to review, and then prepared the specialties to be taken away tomorrow.

She used the remaining wool to weave a wool blanket, but it was a mechanical process, fully automated and not as troublesome as ancient textile machines.

She was very confused whether to give this woolen blanket to Mrs. Emma or to Di Lie.

I don’t know what the weather is like in the imperial capital. If it’s cold in winter, maybe it would be more appropriate to give it to Mrs. Emma.

After putting away the wool blanket, Aimoye prepared something else.

The old rules include honey, eggs, rice and wheat, as well as watermelon, roses, dried mushrooms, fungus, etc.

The quantity of each item is small, but if it is placed in the live broadcast room as a welfare gift package, fans can grab it.

The next morning, Ai Moye put on the clothes given by Mrs. Emma before.

She chose a more ordinary style. The top was casual and loose, which could cover her pregnant belly.

Star 2B is still in a very hot season, but it is autumn in Blue Star, and the temperature is only in the teens and 20s. When you get there, you can’t even see your belly when you put on a coat.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her face was still delicate and beautiful, Ai Moye subconsciously wanted to hide her belly.

The doctor said that she still has not fully accepted the fact that she is about to become a mother, so she sometimes subconsciously avoids it.

But it's not her fault. She was only eighteen years old and suddenly became a single mother. No one else would be able to accept it calmly.

Ai Moye thought that in a few months, the little guy in her belly would be born. She felt that her eyes were dark and she was completely disoriented.

After cleaning up, Ai Moye held Da Da in her arms and told her to be obedient and wait for her to come back.

This time I want to go with Di Lie, because Di Lie is on the defense satellite not far from 2B, and he happens to be returning to the imperial capital.

After getting on the airship, Ai Moye took out the gift for him first.

"My home-brewed sorghum wine. Last time I saw that you liked roses, and I specially cut a big bunch for you."

Di Lie hugged the rose, and the gorgeous blooming flowers exuded a refreshing fragrance.

"Inverted."

Aimoye asked, "What's wrong?"

"In the imperial capital, men have always given flowers to women." Even so, Di Lie found it helpful and went to get a vase and scissors to prune the flower branches himself.

He was not very interested in sorghum wine. Ai Moye asked, "Don't you like white wine?"

"Drinking too much will make you lose your mind. I don't like it." Di Lie said calmly.

He was in a low mood and seemed to have a lot of things on his mind. Ai Moye didn't ask any further questions and just chatted about common things.

"Then next time I will make rose liqueur with a lower alcohol content. Maybe you will like it."

The emperor's cold blue eyes glanced at her, "Rose-flavored wine?"

"Yeah, but the taste will be better with a little glutinous rice." Aimoye only had rice in hand. Maybe she could go to the Botanical Research Institute to see if there are any glutinous rice seeds.

Di Lie was obviously interested, but showed a lack of interest, leaving Ai Moye wondering whether he wanted it or not.

"Uncle Di, do you always let people guess your thoughts?" Ai Moye asked resentfully.

Di Lie smiled half-heartedly, "I don't like anyone to speculate on me."

But the people around him loved observing his face too much, trying to find clues in any slight expression on his face to achieve their own shady goals.

Over time, he simply let others guess and assumed a calm and calm posture.

It's none of his business how entangled and frightened he is.